Caught

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. If I did, I would use them as my live in modles and draw juicy, sexual pictures of them doing sexually wonderful things to each other. They belong to a rich manga artest...
WARNINGS! YAOI means guys doing other guys. As in, a big thick cock being slamed into a tight, lily white ass. If you don't like this sort of thing...suck it up and leave because Ishida and Kurosaki are going to fuck like animals! HAHAHAHA and you can't stop me! Thank you for reading this in advance! Oo...is it just me...or does Ichigo and Ishida ALWAYS get caught in my stories? Meh, it's probably just me ^^ ~Cackles, forcing people into Ichigo's room whenever lover boy's having his way with Ishida~

Ichigo was a fast learner, Ishida had always known he was….however…he had never dreamed he would learn THIS fast. Closing his eyes, he bit his lower lip to keep back an impatient sigh. They had only been together for a few months and already Ichigo seemed to know just which buttons to push to get him frustrated. Of course he had already known how to get under his skin BEFORE they had started going out.

“Ichigo,” Ishida hissed through clenched teeth, glowering down at the messy mop of hair. “Why do you INSIST on teasing me! In PUBLIC no less!”

“Why…” Ichigo purred turning his brown eyes up towards the flushed face glowering down at him. “I like the sounds you make when you’re trying to keep quiet. Besides that…..its more exciting fucking you in the janitor’s closet. Then there’s the fact that we can NEVER get my father to leave us alone at my house and your father is always giving me the evil eye at your house, totally killing the mood. Chado is out of town so we haven’t been able to use HIS house….and Orihime‘s house is out of the question. As nice as she IS…I hate the way she looks at us when we leave her guest bedroom in the morning. We haven’t had sex in almost a MONTH and I’m getting TIRED of having wet dreams about YOU when I could so easily just have at you here at school. I will NOT have another wet dream about you…Karin’s starting to look at me funny in the mornings and Yuzu’s so embarrassed to wash my clothes she’s actually told DAD to have a TALK with me about my nightly “activities”. Do you need any more reasons why I need to fuck you right here, right now?”

Groaning, “Ichigo, I DON’T need you to give me your dumb ass excuses!” It all was becoming too much for the archer to take. Ichigo kept nuzzling against his crotch like some sort of dog. Grabbing a fist full of hair he yanked his friend back. “STOP TEASING ME!”

“Oi, if you shout, we’ll get caught then there will be no blow job for the impatient Quincy.” Ichigo said sounding so casual about being discovered. It raked on Ishida’s nerves more than the unbearable teasing. “If you want MY lips around you….you’re going to have to BEG for it.”

The smile on Ichigo’s lips took his breath away. “So beautiful…” He mumbled letting his eyes slide closed again. Feeling teeth rake over his cloth covered erection, he bit back a cry. “I swear, if I ruin ANOTHER pair of underwear…”

“You’ll do nothing, come on…beg for it Uryuu. Hearing you beg gets me so fucking hard…come on.” Tracing his finger over the zipper of Ishida’s hand sewn slacks he smirked. “You always do this to me….I’m almost begging to hear you whimper and sob for more...”

Snorting, Ishida let go of the tuft of hair he had been clutching. Stroking his fingers through the soft strands, “Maybe I like to hear you beg too.” He whispered. Bucking his hips he gave a light moan. “I’m NOT going to beg for this Shinigami. I’ve got my pride.”

“Your pride? Your PRIDE can’t keep you from wanting me to suck every inch of you. When my teasing becomes too much…” He squeezed Ishida’s balls through the taught material wringing another whimper from his dark haired lover. “You’ll be begging for me to let you out to play.”

He would never admit it to Ichigo, he knew if he did his lover would take advantage of it every second he got. Ishida Uryuu could cream himself listening to that filthy mouth, he just loved it when Ichigo played upon their rolls as rivals and hearing his lover drag his pride into the dirty talk*he was trembling with desire.

“Oh you like that?” Ichigo whispered thinking that his teasing nips across the Quincie’s stomach was the cause of the sudden shiver of delight. Running his tongue around a perfect bellybutton he chuckled before dipping into it.

“HN!” Clutching at Ichigo’s shoulders, “Fuck you Ichigo.”

“Don’t think so Quincy.” Becoming jaded with his new play thing, he traveled south once more deciding it was time to get rid of their pants. Plucking at the button with his teeth, he got it undone with little effort. Gripping the zipper between his teeth, he began to inch it down.

“Goddddd, where the HELL did you learn THAT from?” Ishida breathed, his knees nearly giving out at the sight of his lover’s new talent.

Ichigo didn’t answer, burying his face into Ishida’s crotch. Breathing in the heady scent of arousal, precum and the soap his lover used to wash up with, “Fuck.” He groaned mindlessly, “…smell so good.”

Rapping on the red head’s noggin, he got Ichigo’s attention. “Well, aren’t you going to help me take these off?” Ichigo had seemingly forgotten that he was in the middle of undressing his lover and had left the slacks around Ishida’s trembling thighs.

“Shut up,” He grumbled letting Ishida use him for balance as he yanked the offending garment off. Tossing it aside, he winced as they landed on a greasy pile of old tools. Oh, he was going to get it latter.

“Now the underwear.” Ishida tried to order his partner, “They’re becoming uncomfortable.”

Smirking he ignored his lover’s request. No one told HIM what to do, least of all a smart mouthed little archer with a sewing fetish. Hooking a finger in the waist band, “Oh? Giving me orders now Quincy? What makes you think I want to capitulate?” Tugging at the garment, he slipped his other hand in.

“You don’t even know the meaning of…AHN!” Hot fingers had grasped him, squeezing playfully around him. “Bastard!”

“Oh, calling me names is NOT going to get you what you want.” Withdrawing the swollen organ from its confines, he gave it a taste test. Sucking on the head he voiced his enjoyment with a deep, throaty groan.

“Ichi,” His retort died on his lips a delighted gasp escaping him instead. Cupping the back of Ichigo’s head he tried to get him to take more.

Growling, “You’re not going to get it like that either. BEG.”

He was at his breaking point and Ichigo knew it. The hot tongue teased over the tip of him trailing over an even more sensitive spot. “Yessss,” He hissed, sobbing when the pleasure stopped. “OKAY God DAMNED it!”

“Hmmmm?” Ichigo hummed, sucking a bit more into his mouth than last time, pressing his palms against shaking hips to keep the archer still.

“Suck on me, for Christ SAKES, Ichigo!”

“Sounds more like an ORDER to me….” He mumbled, tracing the underside of Ishida’s dripping cock with the very tip of his tongue.

“PLEASE!”

Chucking, “Please WHAT?” He placed several small kisses around the base of his toy before starting back towards the tip.

“SUCK ON ME!”

“Shhh, someone might here you.” He couldn’t stand much more of this teasing but he wouldn’t let Ishida win. “That’s an order again Uryuu.” Feeling trembling hands grasp at his hair he took another inch in as he suckled at his lover once more.

“Please,” He panted, his hips trembling against the hands that restrained him. “Please for the love of GOD, SUCK me off Ichigoohhh.”

He was so proud of his lover, managing to say it just right. Those words made him THROB. Pulling off of his lover he looked up at his sweating, pleasure filled face. There was disappointment wrought there, “Shhh,” He stroked Ishida’s hip, “Don’t cry baby. No more teasing, just gotta get these damned pants off…”

When one was so aroused it hurt, seconds felt like hours and any pause in action was too much to endure. Ishida was in hell, and it felt like Ichigo was never going to get his god forsaken pants off. Gasping for breath he rested his head back against the cool cement of the small room’s wall. He couldn’t stand to watch his lover work the buckle loose, or to watch him unbutton and unzip his school uniform slacks, moving slower than it was humanly possible. He registered the sounds, recording them in the back of his head but not listening to them. Tears stung his eyes as the pain seemed to grow worse, the very shifting of the air around him teased his hypersensitive skin. Ichigo was panting and he knew he was touching himself, trying to arouse him further. If he had a voice, he would have been cursing Ichigo with every breath in his body.

“Shit I love you, Uryuu…” Without warning he took his lover to the hilt, deep throating him with every ounce of passion he felt. Being rewarded almost at once by a choked sob and a tug at his hair, he began to bob his head.

“PLEASE!“ Ishida jerked against the hands that had found their way to his hips once more. Grunting, Ichigo ran his palms up over his lover’s stomach instead. He could feel his lover trembling as he thrust in and out, tilting his head he looked up at his lover nearly losing himself in the heated look his lover gave him.

“Ichi…God….fuck….yessss….mmmmm…” The stream of nonsensical words continued, only pausing when Ishida would whimper, gasp, or groan. “Harder…ya stop….I’m gonna….kill….you!”

He knew his lover was being far too vocal and if someone was to walk up the hall past the small closet they would surely hear some of the words escaping his lover’s lips. If that person was smart….he would surely have to correct Ishida latter, he usually wasn’t this vocal during their mid day couplings.

“Yeaaahhh like that!” Ichigo was a little surprised when Ishida buckled forward over him, nearly falling all together. Supporting him as best he could, he grunted. Maybe he was far too good for his own good, “FUCK!”

Giving his lover’s cock one last long hard suck, Ichigo decided enough was enough. He didn’t want to be caught having sex in a broom closet and surely someone would hear Ishida if he kept this up. Guiding his gasping lover to a kneeling position before him, he glowered at him for good measure. “Next time, remind me to bring a damned gag for you big mouth.”

“Why d’ya stop?” Ishida moaned, proving just how mindless the blowjob had made him.

Rolling his eyes, he dragged Ishida into his lap. Kissing him roughly he tangled his hands into Ishida’s hair, mussing it beyond repair. (He was REALLY going to hear about it now.) Without braking the kiss, he reached for his pants. He was glad he had kept them near now instead of just throwing them aside as he had done with Ishida’s slacks. Retrieving the small vial of cooking oil he had pilfered from the kitchen that morning. “I STOPPED because you’re too fucking loud…and because I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Ishida had the decency to blush, “I…I didn’t notice how loud I was being.”

“Shut up,” He silenced his lover with another kiss, his slicked fingers roaming back towards their goal.

“I’ll…” Ichigo kissed him again, cutting him off. “TRY to be….” He hissed in pain against Ichigo’s lips, a finger wriggling deeper and deeper into him. “Quiet.”

“Yeah, right….” He smirked, nibbling at Ishida’s plump lips. “I like the noises ya make…just don’t think everyone ELSE would appreciate them.”

“Ichi…” As much as he liked the dirty talk, he loved the tender moments they shared even more. It was rare that Ichigo acted as if he cared during foreplay. “I love you.”

Closing his eyes, he stroked Ishida’s cheek. “When you say that to me…” He whispered rotating his finger inside of his lover, brushing against Ishida’s prostate.

“AH!”

Kissing a familiar path over Ishida’s cheek, “You make me feel so happy.” Nuzzling his lover’s throat, he smirked.

“You…”

Inserting another finger he turned Ishida’s words into mush. “Hush, no more talking.” Rolling Ishida’s ear lobe between his teeth, he listened to the pleasured sigh. He needed to speed this up before those sounds brought him to orgasm prematurely. Scissoring his fingers, he felt Ishida tense against him and sighed, “Shhhh.”

He knew if his friends heard what a tender lover he was, they wouldn’t believe a word of it. Withdrawing his fingers he nudged Ishida up to his knees, but he was, and he cared for his lover more than words could express. Shifting under him, he guided him back down onto his shaft. “Whenever you’re ready.” He purred, brushing the back of his hand against Ishida’s flushed cheek. “Make me moan babe, like you always do.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Ishida grasped at his lover, clinging to him as he began to push down. There was no rush, yet Ishida kept moving until he’d taken all of Ichigo into his body. He knew his lover, knew how badly he needed this. They were teens after all, and their bodies cried for sexual exploration. Denying that for as long as they had….it was a surprise they hadn’t broken down and made love in the middle of math class.

“Yer so fucking tight.” Ichigo growled, shifting under Ishida. Capturing pouty lips in a hungry kiss, he groaned outright as those tight walls convulsed around him and began to move. He wasn’t sure how much longer his lover could last after being so thoroughly teased then sucked nearly to orgasm but he knew he himself wasn’t going to last long if Ishida kept clamping his muscles down around him.

There was the taste of desperation in their next kiss, their bodies already aching for an ending too far away. “Harder Ichi,” Ishida whined into his lover’s mouth, “Ichiiii….”

“Shhhh,” He plunged his tongue deep into Ishida’s mouth, muffling his lover’s next pleas. He had been waiting for his lover to beg for more, he relished the vibrations of silenced cries as he began to pound into his lover with every bit of energy he had. Angling his thrusts he felt Ishida tense around him and knew he had found the right spot. Grasping a well toned butt cheek, “I’m gonna make ya scream” He promised, his other hand slipping behind Ishida’s knee. Shifting their position, he found better leverage and used it to slam home against his lover’s prostate.

“HMPH!”

Breaking the kiss he leaned back, watching his lover writhe. Delicate fingers clawed at the hard floor, leaving tell tail trails in the thick dirt and grime. That wouldn’t do. Grasping Ishida’s trembling hand, he brought it to his lips, kissing each of the fingers. Sucking one of the dirty digits into his mouth, he moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Ishida was close, he could feel him trembling under him.

“Ichiii….I….I….”

Leaving Ishida’s fingers, he leaned in to bite at a trembling lip. “SHHH.” Lapping at the sweetness of his lover’s mouth, he grasped Ishida’s cock pumping it in time with their movements. “I know…fuck’n a.” His voice failed him as already tight muscles squeezed down around him as if trying to stop him from moving all together.

“ICHIGO!” The cry escaped his lover before the red head had a chance to stifle it. It didn’t matter now, or rather, he didn’t care any more. He could feel Ishida’s hot seed spilling into his hand, could almost smell its bitter bleach like scent. Groaning, he slammed home hard, trembling as he almost reached his peak. Seeing the look of utter joy on his lover’s face he drew back one last time, shaking almost as badly as his lover as he rammed in again.

“Holly FUCK!”

Had he cried like that? He didn’t know, his whole body was consumed by the sharp fire that only orgasm could bring. Gasping for breath and moaning his pleasure, he watched his lover’s face shift through a range of emotions as he filled him up. “God…I love you.” He breathed, finally letting himself collapse on top of his lover.

“COULDN’T YOU ASSHOLES HAVE LOCKED THE DOOR!?”

Ichigo Kurosaki had never moved so fast in his whole entire life. Scrambling off of his lover’s prone body, he grabbed the nearest shred of clothing (Ishida’s school jacket) to hide his shame. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! CLOSE THE DOOR THIS INSTANT RENJI!”

But Renji, as disgusted as he looked, seemed to be fascinated with the scene inside the broom closet. Rooted in place, he gaped at the two as they struggled to pull their clothes back on and fix their hair. “What the HELL do you want any ways!?” Ichigo snapped at the red head, who’s face had grown as crimson as his hair.

“Hollow.” Was all he could say, his mouth was as dry as a dead leaf.

“You COULD have gotten RUKIA to fight it, or ANYONE ELSE for that matter!” Ichigo growled coming nose to nose with the other Shinigami. Dropping his voice he growled, “If I hear that you’ve told ANYONE what has happened in here….I will KILL you. I mean it Renji.”

Ishida had finished primping himself, rushing out behind Ichigo into the hallway. Giving Renji a backwards look, he rushed off too embarrassed to stay and watch the fight unfold.

“Hurry up…its bad….the rest of the TEAM has been hurt.” Renji said through clenched teeth. Apparently he didn’t take being threatened very well. Glowering at Ichigo, he watched him speed off towards the energy spike that was the hollow. “Its not MY fault you know….”